Huntsville gazette., 1887-12-24

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books like it when was boy but didn't
take to 'em like duck takin' to water
When feller gifts way out hcre,n he went
on, turning the leaves, Il reckon he's putty
nigh well enough up to preach or doctor
| follzs''
"Oh, no; he should stady many books be.
fore then"
| wall, don't reckon I'll ever preach OF
doctor folks. About how high is the sun
when your school busts up!"
s.We close at four o'clock.''
ssWall, as it amt fur frum that time III
| wait an tote these here squirrels over tc
Miz Gill's fur you.''
.'No, thank you; can carry them.n
"Yas, but you mout git blood on that
putty coat O. yourn. I'll 60"
II don't want you to go, sir. don't know
you well''
"An' never will, less'n you let me rasn
you"
"He don't mean no harm, Miss Helen"
said one of the children. "He does ever.
body thater way"
Harm the visitor spoke up. "W'y
tramp on my shirt eff | ever done nobody
| no harm but myself. amt one O. the
harmin' sort, me-"
"Well." said the teacher, now amused,
elf you must go, you must, and there is one
thing of which you may rest assured, and
that is, am not afraid Of you"
"Talzin' like white head now, I tell you.
Jist go ahead now pourin' out yore larnin'
on these here chillun and don't pay no ten
ton to me, fur / don't want to take you
away frum yore work. never hang on as
drag to pusson that's got work to do,
an when go over to see a feller that's at
work in terbacker patch, wy eff [ kant
pull off suckers an kill worms I won't keep
him frum doin' it, so jist fire away now with
yore edicatin' while look at the picturs in
this here book O. couple O. fellers beatin'
passul O. dogs; an, my stairs alive, here's
a lot O. squirrels jest as nachul as you
please, runnin' on the top o q rail fence, an
I'll bet dollar eff I was there with my gun
l could-but 1 won't brag. Now you ken
whup up yore hosses, fur Pm through"
"You will please not spit on the foor,"
remarked Miss Blake, noticing that he had
done so.
He went to the door, threw out a quid of
tobacco, returned to his seat, grinned at q
boy who grinned at him, and then, turning
to the dogs in the spelling book, remained
quiet until Miss Blake told the children to
put up their books. Then, taking up the
squirrels, and suffering one of the Gill boys,
who had begged for the blessed privilege
to take his rife, he turned to the teacher,
who stood near the door putting on her
gloves, and said that all she had to do was
to whistle when she was ready for 'san-
terin'''
{" am ready now, but really there is ne
necessity of your going."'
"Th'ar want no needcessity fur the spot
ted shote q fallin' off the Sycamore log but
off he went,'' the sententious visitor replied
Miss Blake smiled, and her persistent es-
cort, so pleased was he at the bright work
his remark had wrought, slapped his lank
leg and laughed with such uproar that a
number Of children who had gone on in
advance came running back to investigate
the cause of the outbreak.
"What is your namer' Miss Blake asked
as they walked along the road.
"Joiky Mills" he replied, "but nobody
don't call me nothin' but Long Joliky
These here folks have the blamest way
slzuze me fur the spression-o' calm fell
er whut they please O. any folks you ever
seed. You don't know whut they called my
daddy, do your'
g No, sir.''
"Wall, they called him Gander Mills Jest
DecaZe ne raised geese fur sale. as, MISS
Miss Whutsname, they called that POI ole
man Gander Mills till the day he died''
That was crueL''
wall, it mout not been cruil but they
aughter stopped callin' him Gander airter
my mother died, an when they seed that he
had sich cough that he couldn't stay here
much longer, but no they KEEP on till he
died an then it was norated all round the
neighborhood that ole Gander Mills was
dead. Here's wh'ar a snake crossed the
road an-look at that squirrel! Look at him
up thar. Here, boy, fetch my gun back
herern
"You are not going to shoot that poor
squirrel" said Miss Blake. 'If you do you
shall not go another step with me-"
THE dogs dead an his names Tige.
Never mind the gun"
When they reached the place where Miss
Blake boarded, a large, double log house,
built against the side of a hill and overlook
ing a broad expanse of creek bottom, Mrs.
Gill came out and gazing in astonishment
exclaimed:
eur pity sake, ef thar amt Long
Joliky. WY Miss Blake, what on the top
side O. the yeth made YOU let him come